Ashes On the Wind
(WARNING: Possible spoilers for Catching Fire and Mockingjay.)
Once the girl on fire,
now she was left to rot,
they built her funeral pyre,
made her someone she was not.
She had been set ablaze,
her duties planned out.
The Capitol to raze,
that was her route.
Her fire was catching,
burning the night,
to it people latching,
ready to fight.
She was lit, burned bright,
a beacon of truth,
the Mockingjay took flight,
and stole her youth.
The flames they burned higher,
and the screams grew loud,
she tries, but still tires,
they said they were proud.
She burned to a crisp,
ashes on the wind,
lost in a mist,
her heart left to mend.
Thank you to my reviewers who reviewed my last chapter, it means so much to me and I love hearing your feedback! You guys really motivated me to write this chapter's poem!
If ever you guys are confused as to who or what I was speaking of in a poem, I'll be happy to explain in the next chapter, but I want to force people to think about it! This one I think is pretty obvious. :P